Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yeah up

Nigga hundeds, hundeds, hundeds
I need money money
Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
Nigga I need money money
want hundeds hundeds hundeds
Nigga money money money

1]
The biggest fast time is the size crime
Its been the same man since the became mine
I four one of these at the same time
Looking like Snoop Dogg in eighty-nine
Do I give a fuck, no I have
I just blow my weed and take a bath
I laugh at niggaz, I aint mad at you niggaz
Cause half of you niggaz cant fuck with me
I'm on it cause I'm so city
And town that I roll through I leave my G prints
LBC, now what I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside)
I'm hotter than a batch of fish grease in a
I wanna say up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the dealers
See where I'm from you rate us, hate us or steal us
And right about now all the cap peelers gotta us

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2]
Money, money is
It's the to the fiend
It's the king to the
It reigns
It's the crop to the (say what)
It's a po man, no man, its everybodys
Money, mo money, get
But sure you know that your folks don't get funny
claiming that they down on they luck
While I'm fresh dressed like a bucks
I throw on my black with my all gold chucks
Now lets see which one of my we gone use today
To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop World fucking U.S.A
Its all a dream, and can come true
If it happen for me, shit it can for you
Meech from the beach, he shit cracking
And everything he touch guaranteed to go

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3]
Ya got to have cash to make it days
And you can make at least one of a hundred ways
You can holler at the homie Meech and get a dope
And write you a rap, and try to get you to
Or you could stand on the and holler and wine
You can throw up insane, twenty or one nine
I DP cause financially money money money that's all a nigga see
See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, don't get and fail the game
You might catch me in Brooklyn man out with my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing
Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way back to the coast
Still smoking, with a pound of shit
Waiting for me at the crib with my my wife and my two kids, getting money

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For all the niggaz out getting their money
is the root of all evil huh
You know
I mean, we living in hell
So fuck, get money man
I look at shit this:
The fuckers that don't got money, they doing bad
and they don't give a fuck and they rob they steal they
And the fuckers that got money, they depressed
you they can't enjoy it
So I mean, your pleasure
you wanna live with it our without it, I'm bout it
I got to it, you feel me

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